Never Mind: That Tucker Max Play Is Gonna Be Awesome.

A few days ago, we discussed the travesty of Tucker Max's I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell beginning its off-Broadway (and in development for Broadway) run. After rolling our eyes and giving it a tongue-lashing, the man behind the production, director Kit Sanderson, shot us an email to clarify a few things, and boy, are we singing a different tune now. Take-backsies!

Sanderson makes it clear that Max isn't at all involved in the production, which aims to take the source material and levitate it into some sort of burlesque satire of frat bro culture that certainly isn't positive. From his email:

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I believe this play can show that bro culture as it truly is—sexist, misogynist, exclusionary, but also vulnerable, sad, and ultimately doomed—and not how it is represented in beer commercials or Hollywood movies.

Because Tucker had never seen a play before and has no understanding of theatrical art or its practitioners—in fact, he called me, to my face, a "theater fag"—he agreed to give me full creative control in all aspects of this project. He has not seen the script, nor will he even attend a rehearsal. The first time he sees the show will be opening night. He might show up expecting crass; what everyone will get is High Art, delivered by a Black, Latino, GLBT, musical-loving bunch of "theatre fags."

Wow. If this were Glee, slushies would totally be involved.

Anyway, see? Mind, changed. Now I want to go to the show for a bunch of reasons: One, to see what awesome liberties Sanderson's taking with the material, and two, to watch Tucker Max's face when he realizes what's gone down.